Chapter 0708 Playing with Fire

Zhao Fusheng once read a book with a very interesting question: in life, whom should one love, and whom should one hate?

Zhao Fusheng knew the answer to the first question. Because he loved his parents deeply, especially after his father passed away in his previous life, he often thought of him.

Perhaps someone might wonder, why not think of women?

But it was true. A responsible man should first love his parents—this is a quality bestowed by heaven. Confucius called it filial piety. In fact, a man who loves only women but neglects his parents is selfish; he is completely hijacked by hormones, purely animalistic behavior. Yes, a person with only romantic love but no filial piety is at most an animal.

As for the second question, Zhao Fusheng felt that he actually hated no one. He could get angry and raise his voice, but that didn't mean he hated anyone—not even those who had wronged him. Because hating someone is the most impotent act. If they are worth hating, it means they are stronger than you. Why hate them? Just learn from them.

A gentleman seeks revenge after ten years; a petty person seeks revenge from morning till night.

This is the best of times, and the worst of times. Some people are well-fed and well-clothed, their faces always beaming with the leisure to travel, get beauty treatments, and maintain themselves—their positive mindset makes them look younger. Others toil all day for a living, scorched by the sun and drenched by the rain, gnawing on dry, hard steamed buns at a snowy bus stop, lying awake all night worrying about their children's tutoring fees.

The clothes rich people wear to sleep are made of finer fabric than the clothes poor people wear to visit relatives. A wealthy man can give the woman he loves plenty of love, buy her expensive handbags, all-natural cosmetics, and fur coats. A poor man can only say, 'Go rest; I'll wash the dishes and mop the floor. You are the woman I love most; besides you, I have nothing.'

Rich people drive luxury cars; one stomp on the accelerator can crush a poor person's lifelong dreams and dignity. When rich people get a minor illness, they go to the best hospital and see the best doctor. Poor people have to endure minor illnesses until they become major ones, then their life savings go to the hospital, and life or death is left to the will of heaven.

Rich families are harmonious, respectful, and refined. Poor people will argue fiercely over the smallest interests.

When Zhao Fusheng was drifting in Beijing, he heard a song called 'I've Heard.' After listening, he cried like a child.

'Heard from a worker, he hasn't had cola in a long time.'

'Heard from a businessman, what should I eat today?'

'Heard from a security guard, he earns over eight hundred a month.'

'Heard from a working girl, eight thousand a month is really not much.'

'Heard from a beggar, he's changed several phones.'

'Heard from a laid-off worker, he's never even used a pager.'

'Heard from a nouveau riche, only a Mercedes-Benz suits me.'

'Heard from a railway worker, I've ridden a Flying Pigeon bike for half my life.'

'Heard from a taxi driver, I owe over two hundred as soon as I open my eyes.'

'Heard from a cop, I fine him tens of thousands a year.'

'Heard from a young man, to find a girlfriend you need a car first.'

'Heard from a college student, the food isn't expensive, Dad, don't worry.'

'Heard from a kid, who has more Nikes and Adidas than me?'

'And heard from another kid, I really want a desk.'

'Heard from an old rocker, no house, no car, no savings.'

'Heard from a little pop star, what's eight or ten million?'

'Heard from a great writer, contemporary poetry is a desert.'

'Heard from a little poet, I'd starve to death before writing a novel.'

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On the TV, news about the Spring Festival travel rush was playing. Zhao Fusheng hummed the song 'I've Heard,' while beside him, Fan Baobao looked speechless.

"What's going on? Why are there still so many people at the cinema during the New Year?" Fan Baobao said, somewhat dissatisfied.

She and Zhao Fusheng had originally wanted to go see a movie, but were told that tickets for the next three days were sold out.

In those days, without online ticket purchases, if you wanted to watch a movie, you could only buy tickets at the window.

"It shows that people's material lives are getting richer, and their pursuit of spiritual enjoyment has increased," Zhao Fusheng said calmly. In fact, even he hadn't expected that the film "One Day's Dream Tour," oh, now it should be called "Party A, Party B," would become so popular that even cinemas in a fourth-tier city like Ninghai were packed. In big cities like Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, it must be even more popular.

Fan Baobao blinked, looking at Zhao Fusheng helplessly: "I find that you're becoming more and more like the teachers at our college."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Fusheng was a bit puzzled.

"Old and stuffy." Fan Baobao rolled her eyes at Zhao Fusheng: "People who know you think you're twenty-one this year; those who don't might think you're fifty-one."

Zhao Fusheng smiled, lightly chuckling, ignoring Fan Baobao's teasing words.

In fact, he understood that Fan Baobao meant he was sometimes too mature, but the truth was, Zhao Fusheng really was like that. Although he had lived again and tried to make his mindset younger, most of the time, his logical thinking still remained at the level of a middle-aged man.

"By the way, you'll be a senior next semester. Any plans?" Fan Baobao suddenly thought of something and asked Zhao Fusheng.

This was a crucial question. After all, he was about to enter society. Although for Zhao Fusheng, finding a job was certainly not a problem, the issue was what he planned to do—whether to stay at Future Advertising or start his own venture. These were things to consider.

Besides, where to go after graduation was also a question.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly. He naturally understood what Fan Baobao was thinking and knew her worries. He touched her head and said softly, "Don't worry. I've already discussed it with my parents. There's nothing at home that needs my help now, and they agree that I should go out and explore on my own."

After all, if one isn't capable of handling the immediate mundane life, they shouldn't think about poetry and distant places. Zhao Fusheng felt this saying made a lot of sense.

"And what about the company?" Fan Baobao asked with some concern.

She was worried that Zhao Fusheng might not handle the relationship with Future Advertising well.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "You're overthinking it. My position at Future Advertising is pretty good. Don't forget, it's not that I'm begging others for orders now; it's that others are begging me to do advertising planning for their products. Understand?"

Fan Baobao was taken aback, then remembered that her boyfriend wasn't the kind of advertising planner who ran around seeking sponsorships; he was already recognized in the industry as a rising gold-medal planner.

In other words, as long as Zhao Fusheng put out word that he had time and was in a good mood, advertisers would actively seek him out, hoping he could help with planning.

"I hate you advertising planners the most!" Fan Baobao snorted, too lazy to bother with Zhao Fusheng.

There was no help for it. Whether as an actress or an advertising model, she knew well that her status couldn't compare to that of a gold-medal planner like Zhao Fusheng. After all, whether it was a spokesperson or a model, as long as you were willing to spend money, there were plenty of candidates.

But a gold-medal planner who could boost product sales was rare and hard to come by.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, leaned down, and sniffed Fan Baobao's forehead: "The shampoo today smells really nice."

"Cut it out. Don't you know what you did yesterday?" Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, looking innocent: "It's not my fault. You didn't dodge in time, okay."

"Get lost! Who told you not to block it with your hand? It sprayed so far..." The more Fan Baobao spoke, the angrier she got, and she couldn't help but pinch Zhao Fusheng hard on the waist.

Zhao Fusheng smiled awkwardly. This matter was indeed his fault, but being naturally gifted in that way couldn't be blamed on him, could it?

"You have to understand, I'm a normal man," Zhao Fusheng said innocently.

Fan Baobao snorted, remembering what her mother had told her, and couldn't help but blush.

"Baobao, men can't be controlled all the time. If you always suppress them, they'll easily become cats that steal fish." Li Yuan's earnest words echoed in Fan Baobao's mind.

With that thought, Fan Baobao took a deep breath and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Go buy a box of Durex."

"What?"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned and asked reflexively, but a few seconds later, a look of ecstasy spread across his face, and he felt as if he could fly.